Barlowgirl - Love is marching

^C#m I was t^Aold when I^E was young ^{B/Eb C#m} That anyo^Ane could ch^Eange the world^B/Eb, mmm ^C#m It wouldn't c^Aome by po^Ewer or st^B/Ebrength ^C#m But through the o^Anes who ch^Eoose to l^B/Ebove

^F#m 'Cause every^Aone will ^C#mpass ^{E B F#m} And when we bre^Aathed our l^C#mast c^Ean w^Be say ^F#m We have li^Aved for m^C#more ^{E B F#m} And did we li^Ave to d^C#mie fo^Er ^{B A} La-l^Eala love^F#m, la-la^C#mlove ^A La-l^Eala love^F#m, la-la^C#mlove

^C#m Can you f^Aeel His h^Eeart beatin^B/Ebg, mmm ^C#m The sound of l^Aove that's ma^Erching ^B/Ebon

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^{B C#m} And when our he^Aarts beg^Ein to bre^B/Ebak, ^C#m Along with H^Ais, this wo^Erld will ch^Ean

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ge^B/Eb

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^C#mLove ^Ais ^Emar^B/Ebching ^C#mTo ^AHis ^Eheart^B/Ebbeat, ohh

^C#mLove i^As ^Emar^B/Ebching ^C#mTo ^AHis ^Eheart^B/Ebbeat, ohh

^C#mLove ^Ais ^Emar^B/Ebching ^C#mTo ^AHis ^Eheart^B/Ebbeat, ohh

^C#mLove ^Ais ^Emar^B/Ebching, ohh ^C#mTo ^AHis ^Eheart^B/Ebbeat